"Lemme see yo phone real quick." He tilts his head to the side.

"I need my phone, what if I get kidnapped?" I frown.

"Kelsia ian playin witchu." He smacks his teeth.

"Babe sooooon as I get back imma let chu check it." I try to run past him.

He grabs me and tries to get my phone. I put it in my bra and he reaches in there trying to get it out.

"Woaahhhh, boundaries!" I yell tryna get his hand out my bra.

He grabs it and I try and get it back but he holds it up above me.

"I feel like youn trust me." I sniffle.

"You deadass crying right now? What da hell innis phone?" He scrunches his face up.

"Nun in my phone but like whyyy are you going through my shit, you don't trust me?" I cry harder.

"You went through mine tho. You must be cheating." He mugs me.

"I'm notttt why can't you just have Faith in meeeeaa."

"What's yo password?" He asks turning it on.

"Ion remember."

He straight faces me before turning the camera on me. I block my face and it denies.

"Why you won't unlock yo phone? Now I know you cheating." He shakes his head.

"Nooo it's the principal babe it's the principal." I frown.

"How you finna meet my mom but you lying and cheating on me?" He gives me the dirtiest look.

"Bruh I'm not cheatinggga." I drag.

"Oh you not? Unlock yo phone den." He flashes the camera on me and I cover my face again.

"If you don't trust me just say dat. You know meee, I'm not like thattt." I whine.

"Aight, go on yo page and post me again." He hands me my phone back.

"What page? Like a book?" I scratch my head.

"You know what I'm talm bout. Don't play dumb." He smacks his teeth.

"Wait you mean my Twitter? My account suspended, I can't-"

"Nah, yo Instagram. Since you deleted the last one."

"I told you, I only deleted it because I was reorganizing my page. I deleted a lot of stuff." I shrug.

"Wipe yo face up and post me." He says.

I wipe my face up and go to Instagram. He watches me over my shoulder as I go to create a story.

"Nah, put me on yo page, not on yo story. Specially not yo damn close friends." He hits my shoulder.

"You didn't specify that." I sniffle.

"Since you don't trust me, what imma post?" I look up at him with sad eyes hoping he fall for it.

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